New beginning, same old s....

[wanderer]

His train had arrived late last night and he had stopped by the home that was now his. A farm that was outside the city, considered small by some. Eric had been stunned when he had heard what was considered small when the lawyer had been talking about the size of the farm. While it was his, it didn't feel like it belonged to him. The same goes for this area, it was strange to him still. Unlike New York, he couldn't walk the streets and know what lay beyond the next turn. He was going to have to learn about this new city, block by block. It might have been alright if he was doing this for his own reasons, but there was another purpose for him coming here. His eyes narrowed slightly as his car pulled into the parking lot of the school.

His reason for coming here was part of a scholarship program he had as a cover that had college student visit the local high schools for a sort of 'Big Brother' program. Essentially it was thought that a college student, closer to the age of those attending high school, might be better suited to connecting to the younger generation. When he had gotten to the scholarship office and they found out that he had graduated from PHS 552 they had practically thrusted this assignment onto him. He got out of his car and looked up at the buildings, reflecting on on what it probably meant that he was the only one from his program that was going to be assigned to this school.

As he walked up to the front doors he noticed three punks pushing around a smaller boy with glasses. A forth thug was sorting through the kid's backpack that had been carelessly dumped on the ground. Eric sighed as he started heading to where this little group was. As his shadow fell over the boy sorting through the freshman's things, the high schooler looked up. (What the fuck are you looking at.) Eric's response was a simple sigh, looks like it was going to be high school all over again.

A few minutes later the front doors of the school burst open as the last thug standing went flying through the doors. He landed on the ground unconscious and bleeding heavily. The graduate looked through the doors and sighed again. Several eyes were already turned toward him and he had a feeling things might get interesting soon. He turned to the freshman. "Pick up your things and get out of here." He then turned and walked through the now open door. Might as well face whatever the day had to bring.

[Zack Asiv]

"Oh, ho."

Alex half laughed this as he approached the unconcious student. Inspecting the body, and then the one that did it, he had been informed of this being the supervisor, that there was going to be a 'Big Brother' program student coming to the school. Mr. Malice really didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression, but it seems the little requirments for this school where met by this one person. Malice wasn't positive, but he had seen these people from that school. People like Mathew Amtrum, Hiroko Katashi was a college student teacher when he worked here. Faustus Ankari was from 552. Leon Sudeki, and many others.

Malice would approach the young man with a wide smile on his face. Genuine and everything.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Eric. From the Big Brother, Big Sister program? I'm Mr. Alex Malice. This schools new Supervisor. Would you like me to show you around? Oh, but do pic up your mess, theres enough bodies laying around here most of the time, its hard to go through the halls without tripping on a few."

As casual as could be, Mr. Malice spoke to Eric. It was pretty much an everyday occurance to see kids knocked the shit out of them. Constent wars, not even gang related, just random violance escelating into a riot, creating two factions that don't land any longer than the battle. The most recent being when the enforcers where destroyed. Battle scars still visible on injurred students walking around. Lockers, walls, everything was pretty tore up and still being rebuilt. The new student council was helping rebuild with student volunteers. Kept it out of the media. Even though reporters got wind of it anyways and put it all over the news.

[wanderer]

Eric turned his head casually to see who it was that was speaking. He looked the man dead in the eye as he introduced himself and nodded in confirmation when the man guessed who he was. He didn't doubt that the program he was a part of called ahead to tell the school he was coming, if they didn't then this meeting could have been a little more awkward. If the teachers here were anything like 552 then they would be quite strong, a challenging match if it ever came down to a fight. And Mr. Malice seemed to fit that description quite well. Eric could almost feel the strength coming off the man and he had to squelch a rising sense of blood lust in his soul. He had been trained as a weapon and his training wanted him to destroy this possible danger. Instead he quietly bent down and picked the limp for of the student he had just knocked out.

"Where do you want him and what should be done about the three still outside?" He didn't know whether he liked the man or not yet. In a school like this you needed an Iron Fist to keep the buildings standing and the students that actually wanted to learn some measure of peace. Eric had broken that peace, even if he had done so for what some would say a good cause. Actually, it was because in a school like this it helped to establish a reputation early. This would A) Ensure the small fry didn't try to mess with him thinking he was an easy target and B) Make it easier to get some of the weaker students to talk to him since he 'defended' one of their numbers.

Once he was directed what to do with the unconscious bully and the two started walking around to see the area he would posse his first set of questions. "They told me that each school has their own qualifications that a Big Brother is suppose to fulfill. Since it seems I'm the first for your school is there anything special that I need to know? Also they told me that the school would assign me to what areas they wanted worked on the most, the students that have the most... 'issues' they said. Will I be doing that or do you just want me to hang out and let people come to me if they have problems?" Either way would work for Eric, he doubted it would be hard to find 'problems' to look into. Just another job on top of the ones the Colonel had dumped on him.

[Zack Asiv]

"Just hand him over to one of the students. The others outside will be dealt with."

Spoken nicely or not that still sounded dark didn't it? Oh well it can't be helped, Malice didn't beat around the bush, being straight forward like that. He'd think on it for a minute and then he'd go into detail.

"Well as it would seem there are a few problems. Seems the student body is trying to split into two maybe three factions. Those for peace, those for violance, and those with some other agenda I havn't figured out yet. It would be best not to tic any of those sides off, ne? Anyways, this place can get rather messy, but if you met my requirments you should be able to handle yourself, right?"

With that last question Alex would look at the young man, with such intensity, it was a strategy in combat, to fight without fighting, a presence so powerful that the impression of brutal agony could be left on someone without even touching them. But he'd brighten up and keep walking.

"I'd like you to just let them come to you, as I no doubt they will."